fat? yes.
so recently i've had to deal with something that i wasn't willing to talk about due to my...weirdness i guess is the best way to describe it. I had found a lump on my right boobical and had to get numerous testings. Of course it was thought to be cancer, since it runs in my family and after the 3rd time of getting my boobs smushed together they finally decided to refer me to a specialist. After being terrified in an mri they finally told me that it's not cancer. That's pretty much where i blanked out. I really do believe that I have this power to come across like i'm paying attention when in reality i'm just really really good at chiming in going "right" and "yes" and "really?" from what i got..i'm fat. I have some sort of infection in the fatty tissues, inflamation blah blah i'm on antibiotics and i need to lose weight. If it doesn't go away then i have to get it "drained" which to me sounds disgusting and not fun. so lets work out shall we? So really i left with a smile, perscription and about 15 pamphlets on how working out is so healthy and also good for your skin. i was a little insulted that she threw that in there.
Anyway appologies for not telling you sooner (specifally Amy) but whatever you know whati'm like. And no one in my family really has no idea i was doing this since grandma is losing her mind and my mom is already worried aboutme since i don't have a boyfriend. So whats said in livejournal stays in livejournal since the gossip train at stop and shop will lead back to ma.
Anyway back to my skin problems. Oh my god so i tried this new product proactive and its working...slowly. by bringing up all the crap. every morning..new whitehead. thanks. I also went shopping at walmart today. yeah so whatever. i got like 5 shirts and a pair of jeans for only 60 dollars. that'sa wesome to me. but...see..i know how i work. I bought the pair of jeans bc they're flared and make my ass look awesome...very sicilian if you know what i mean. the problem is i can't button them bc of gut. So inspiration? oh i think so. I worked out when i got home to my yoga booty ballet (such fun! haha!) and i just did some dance party thing that literally made me sweat out at least 5 pounds. so inpsired today, tomorrow? prolly not.
Nothing else has beeng oing on except for the fact that its becoming apparent that i am a horrible friend. Do i believe this? not really. do i care? honestly? not really. when you get called a psycho/lunatic/crazy and a laundry list of things you said that are taken the wrong way you really can't help but be thin you are infact...a bitch. being misunderstood seems to be a characteristic for me that will haunt me for the rest of my life. i seem to have many personalities that are misinterperative. such as
1. being quiet=bitch
2. being sarcastic=bitch
3. busting balls=bitch
4. being your supervisor=bitch
5. being laid back=i dont' care
6. not freaking out over work=i don't care.
conslusion? i'm a bitch who doesn't care!
fuck ya'll i know exactly who i am and what i mean and its really not that hard understanding me. i don't know why people attempt to analyze me...it really just...doesn't work.
cya fuckers
Anyway appologies for not telling you sooner (specifally Amy) but whatever you know whati'm like. And no one in my family really has no idea i was doing this since grandma is losing her mind and my mom is already worried aboutme since i don't have a boyfriend. So whats said in livejournal stays in livejournal since the gossip train at stop and shop will lead back to ma.
Anyway back to my skin problems. Oh my god so i tried this new product proactive and its working...slowly. by bringing up all the crap. every morning..new whitehead. thanks. I also went shopping at walmart today. yeah so whatever. i got like 5 shirts and a pair of jeans for only 60 dollars. that'sa wesome to me. but...see..i know how i work. I bought the pair of jeans bc they're flared and make my ass look awesome...very sicilian if you know what i mean. the problem is i can't button them bc of gut. So inspiration? oh i think so. I worked out when i got home to my yoga booty ballet (such fun! haha!) and i just did some dance party thing that literally made me sweat out at least 5 pounds. so inpsired today, tomorrow? prolly not.
Nothing else has beeng oing on except for the fact that its becoming apparent that i am a horrible friend. Do i believe this? not really. do i care? honestly? not really. when you get called a psycho/lunatic/crazy and a laundry list of things you said that are taken the wrong way you really can't help but be thin you are infact...a bitch. being misunderstood seems to be a characteristic for me that will haunt me for the rest of my life. i seem to have many personalities that are misinterperative. such as
1. being quiet=bitch
2. being sarcastic=bitch
3. busting balls=bitch
4. being your supervisor=bitch
5. being laid back=i dont' care
6. not freaking out over work=i don't care.
conslusion? i'm a bitch who doesn't care!
fuck ya'll i know exactly who i am and what i mean and its really not that hard understanding me. i don't know why people attempt to analyze me...it really just...doesn't work.
cya fuckers